My bones are so light like honeycomb they will be light when I fall into her arms - I will be no weight she will have to carry - there will be no worry for all is gone and my small legs, small throat, small arms pumping, breathing, running down the hill towards her and the gate will dissolve in the wind over the water - snow falls soft in such a place but it is cold and we are done no bones no pain no run no hold.next poem